It was not because he looked down on Jian Xilai that the super-particulate nuclear power furnace was used for the first time.
It was because the main purpose of developing the super-particulate nuclear power furnace was to melt the cracks in the space.
The super swordsmen could rely on the battleships to travel a long distance in the universe, so it was not necessary for them to do so, at least not under the current circumstances. However, the humans had to find a way to deal with the cracks in the space in the second dimension, in order to melt the cracks in the space in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.
If the super-particulate nuclear power furnace had been successfully developed when the cracks in the space first appeared in the No. 2 Forward Base, the battleships of the Federation wouldn't have needed to launch those nuclear bombs, and Cao Yuan wouldn't have been wounded to protect the populace, and he wouldn't have had to fight the Immortal Chi Song. All Shen Yunmai had to do was carry the nuclear power furnace and come here as an electric welder.
Similarly, Ceng Ju didn't have to bear the responsibility of a Saint on the Huangyu No. 3 Planet nine years ago, and he didn't have to take the risk of setting up the formation.
The military didn't have to sacrifice so many people to protect the precious minerals on this planet.
It was true that Shen Yunmai had to do this work, and it looked like he was the only one who could do it.
Even though he was much younger nine years ago, he was the only one who could do it.
He was one of the strongest humans in the highest Cultivation state. His body had been modified many times since he was a child, so he could withstand the violent energy overflowing from the nuclear fusion.
After his arms were crippled by Jing Jiu in the building of the military headquarters, he had done a complete modification, and he had upgraded the technology a few days ago. All the modifications were for the purpose of doing this work. This work was equivalent to controlling a small sun accurately and making it output energy stably, operating on the level of super tiny particles, and welding the cracks in the space in the space.
It was literally welding.
Those advanced automatic machines, the biochemical humans, and the ascendants tempered by the fairy energy couldn't do this work.
General Li had said this to Jian Xilai, and Shen Yunmai had said the same thing to Jing Jiu.
The Cultivation practitioners in Chaotian had no idea what kind of power the integration of the two civilizations would have.
This was the proof.
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Even though the two civilizations had integrated, it was still difficult to merge the crack and separate the two worlds. The nuclear furnace whose output was beyond the limits, the operations at the super microscopic level, the terrifyingly high temperature of more than seven million degrees, the spluttering particles of light and heat, and the possible partial collapse of the space were all threatening Shen Yunmai's life.
The risk he was taking now was almost the same as when Ceng Ju was setting up the formation. Of course, he was a little nervous, but when he heard what Jing Jiu said, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
— — You look like a welder.
Shen Yunmai couldn't remember when he had heard such a sentence. It might have been when he was very young, but he was sure that he had heard it before.
When he heard those words when he was young, he laughed out loud while he was crying. Then, he cried even louder.
That sentence was so humorous, yet so sorrowful. It was filled with endless powerlessness and despair.
Today, he heard a similar sentence again, and the more he thought about it, the more he found it amusing. His laughter grew louder and louder, and even his whole body began to tremble.
He was as beautiful as a flower, but his hands were as steady and unmoving as rocks that were billions of years old.
The blazing torrent formed by high-speed light particles bombarded the transparent space cracks nonstop, moving slowly and precisely like a sculpture.
"Do you know why I installed a trigger on this damned dangerous thing? It's because I heard a story when I was young. In the story, there was a strong man who liked to use a machine gun called Darin. It sounded very exciting. Of course … I'm f * cking afraid that people will think that I'm welding! "Shen Yunmai said while laughing.
Jing Jiu said seriously, "I've seen workers welding when I climbed up from the underground of the Stargate. It's really similar."
Shen Yunmai laughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. "Why are you standing in such a dangerous place if you don't do anything? What does it look like? Are you an idiot? "
Last time when he was experimenting with the nuclear power furnace, he told Jing Jiu to be careful when controlling it with his consciousness and not to overshoot it. Otherwise, Jing Jiu wouldn't be able to bear it, even if he had a special body.
Today, his nuclear power furnace had been overshooting for a long time.
There was a self-detonation line in the control system of the nuclear power furnace, which was a design requested by General Li. It was to ensure that the ascendants using the nuclear power furnace would be killed in a short time the moment they were infected by the darkness.
Shen Yunmai could see clearly in his consciousness that the self-detonation line was getting closer and closer. By then, he and Jing Jiu would be killed without being activated.
"I'm the supervisor," said Jing Jiu in a serious tone.
His expression hadn't changed for ten thousand years. It was not as cold as the glacier, but like the surface of the lake. The more serious he was, the more amusing he looked, and also a bit adorable.
This was of course not the true answer. The reason he stayed here was because he was interested in the matter and wanted to take a look at the Sea of Dark Matter. And he could take over when Shen Yunmai couldn't bear it anymore. It was well known that he had a nuclear power furnace in his black backpack. Of course, the premise was that he believed that nothing would happen to him.
Shen Yunmai was well aware of all this, and he knew why Jing Jiu talked so much that day and behaved so humorously; but he was unwilling to accept his good intention.
"Why?"
Jing Jiu said, "You've always considered yourself a disciple of Aoyama."
"So what?" pressed Shen Yunmai.
"I'm the sect master," said Jing Jiu.
"You know who I am," said Shen Yunmai in a mocking tone.
"So what?" Jing Jiu pressed.
Shen Yunmai got angry and exclaimed, "You're the sect master who came later. How can you control the people who came before you?"
He was the son and personal disciple of the Grandmaster of Aoyama, so he was many generations older than Jing Jiu in terms of seniority.
Jing Jiu said without changing his countenance, "This is called being a supervisor on the spot."
Moreover, the Grandmaster of Aoyama had been an official for many generations. As the son of an official, there was nothing for him to be proud of, and he had to obey the order. What Jing Jiu said … sounded reasonable. Shen Yunmai was taken aback, but he felt something was not quite right.
The melting of the cracks in the dimensional space was a very slow process. Though the area of the crack under the Huangyu No. 3 Planet was not large, it still took much longer than the time needed to dismantle Ceng Ju's formation.
The fleet of the Federation of the Milky Way had wiped out most of the monsters on this planet after a few years of effort; but there were still many bloody thumbs, gray woods, Jia scales, and Half-tails hiding in the forests, soil, and rock strata. It seemed that they had sensed the event, or in other words, they had sensed the distance between that world and the planet. They dashed out from their hiding places crazily and headed toward the underground of the administrative city like the tide; it was a formidable scene.
The military had prepared for this and made a thorough arrangement. More than seven thousand laser cannons and a greater number of long-range weapons broke through the atmosphere and launched an attack on the surface of the planet. In an instant, the forests and fields within three thousand square kilometers suffered a heavy blow. The gray woods became even more gray, and the wild grass turned into frost. Many monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter were burned to death by the high temperature. A burnt smell pervaded heaven and earth. The smell did not come from the protein, but was more like the chemical smell of sulfide. In the next moment, thousands of mechas formed an array and appeared outside the administrative city, pursuing and killing those monsters that had slipped through the cracks. The loud explosions and the dazzling lights could be heard everywhere.
Of course, many monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter had successfully evaded the blockades and arrived at the periphery of the cracks in the dimensional space through the underground pipes and rock cracks.
Then, they encountered Jing Jiu.
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Jing Jiu, who had nothing to do, finally had something to do.
What he said didn't match the actual situation at the time; but he had no choice but to do something.
Hundreds of sword lights shot out noiselessly, passing through the soil, bypassing the rock strata and the amulet paper in the passageways. They landed on the vital spots of those monsters, creating a sword fire. The sword lights didn't travel at an alarming speed, nor did they have a tremendous momentum. Though they were not as numerous as the rainstorm, they were very accurate, giving off a strange feeling of … frugality.
Sensing the death of those Jia scales, Half-tails, and a few remaining precursors, Jing Jiu had the same idea again.
If Chaotian was a laboratory, that god would have succeeded in his experiments.
The human Cultivation practitioners who had participated in the Plum Meeting had killed many monsters in the snowland. If they could ascend, they wouldn't feel scared when they saw these monsters, at least not because they were unfamiliar to them. And they should have mastered some more effective methods to kill these monsters.
It was just like Jing Jiu.
In a short time, those monsters had all turned to dust, becoming the fuel for the sword fires.
There were at least a few thousand sword fires burning in the dark underground. The gloomy flames reminded the observers of the ghost fires in the novels.
No more monsters appeared.
It was quiet in the underground, save for the sound of the torrents of light and heat bombarding the cracks in the space.
The sound was like a sizzling sound; it sounded like something was burning, but it was not a real burning.
After a long while, the sound had finally vanished.
A lock of hair on Shen Yunmai's forehead suddenly drooped down, looking like a dewy leaf. He looked a bit tired, but he was still full of energy, because he was delighted.
The space crack on Huangyu No. 3 had been completely melted!
It was quiet.
Shen Yunmai put down his hands slowly. Looking at the barrier that was still transparent but felt different from before, he remained silent.
Jing Jiu walked to his side and followed Shen Yunmai's line of sight to look in that direction.
Shen Yunmai asked, "Is this how you felt when you saw the Abyss at the bottom of the Fiend Prison?"
"This is the real Abyss," said Jing Jiu.
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